Just as Lena nervously took her keys out of her pocket, the surreality of it all really dawned on her. She quickly glanced at Lisha's young, brown-skinned face, and her warm, charming smile, and the anticipation in her dark brown eyes hardly made the situation feel more real.
She fumbled a little with the keys before the door to her house opened. It was definitely not very big, but it was her own, and without the inheritance she received she couldn't have afforded it on her gym manager salary. After her daughter moved out she decided she'd not sell it, but sometimes asked herself what a 43 year old single (well, almost, as her open relationship with Jessica had seen better days) woman needed all that space for.
"This really is beautiful," Lisha commented on the interior of the open plan as they entered. "Cozy... and these make me feel welcome!" she said with a wink, pointing to the African painting and the few African handicraft figurines on a shelf.
Lena knew what Lisha meant of course, though she assumed that Lisha could tell that those were West African and not Eritrean like Lisha. Still, she was glad that she had them there, signalling in at least some small way that she was open-minded and not the stereotypical prejudiced white lady.
Lisha sat down on the comfy wide and deep cotton sofa. She had expected to feel nervous and tense, but to her own astonishment she felt none of that, only excitement about what was bound to happen. She thought that her lack of nervousness didn't make sense, or did it? She had been a regular at the gym for a few months, and often Lena was there. Gradually they had gotten more acquainted. The vibe between them was warm and cheerful already from their first short exchange of words, and over time the flirty dimension in it all grew more and more open and obvious. Her friends had noticed and teased her about it:
"Yo Lisha, look! Your MILF is here!"
"Girl, you need to wake up, you're 17, and she's what, 50??"
"She's 43," Lisha shyly pointed out.
"Oh yeah, sorry, MAJOR difference, my bad!" The sarcasm was unmistakable.
Lena went to the fridge and asked Lisha what she wanted to drink. She knew it would be something cold, considering that this summer day was a bit hotter than most. After the gym workout they had together and the short walk from the gym to Lena's home, they were both hot and really sweaty, as Lena had insisted they'd shower at her house. Lisha had agreed even though Lena felt her own argument in favour of it was flimsy, and Lena knew her arousal was to blame for that.
Just a few weeks ago at the gym, Lena had finally mustered up the courage to check Lisha's response to her main turn-on. It was a big thing for her, since she knew many think it's weird and she didn't want to drop the ball by turning Lisha off. Much was at stake: it was seven years since she had been with a Black woman last, though Black women was a real turn-on for her. Also, she had never been with a girl so much younger than herself before, though teen porn had been her fav type for jilling off for some years now. Adding to that, Lisha was short, about 149 cm, which was another huge turn-on for Lena, who was not much taller herself, 157 cm. Being so short, Lisha consequently had Lena's main turn-on: small feet! But that also posed a make-or-break moment for Lena: what if Lisha would think she is a weirdo?
Sitting on the sofa, Lisha's eyes followed Lena's body as she moved about in the kitchen area. She was still in awe of the great shape she was in, especially considering her age. Lisha felt her feet were getting a bit too warm and her socks were getting damp with sweat, but just as she bent down to take off her trainers Lena said:
"Wait, leave them on for a bit, please."
This didn't really come as a surprise to Lisha as she remembered that time a few weeks ago when Lena had come up to her when she was fixing something with her trainer and had taken it off, sitting by herself.
"Wow, you really have small feet!" Lena had said. "What size do you have?"
"34 usually, sometimes 35, EU size."
Lena looked at Lisha's sock-clad foot and said, "I guessed something like that. Looks like you have short toes?"
"Yeah I do. Do you?" Lisha asked, smiling.
"Yes. And very high arches. I wear size 36." As she spoke, Lena's voice suddenly sounded as if she was getting a sore throat. Then, abruptly, her voice now clearly hoarse, she blurted out:
"I like feet."
The smile on Lisha's face changed into a smile of somewhat bewildered intrigue.
"I do too," she said.
"Oh! Good!" Lena responded before scurrying off, suddenly looking busy, her face flushed.
Now. Lena brought them glasses of coconut water and sat down on the other side of the sofa. For a few moments, they were quiet while sipping the coconut water. Lena suddenly felt that feeling of surreality grow again, amidst the realisation that keeping the flow of small talk going with a teen girl was not easy at her age. The fact that Lisha was a few years younger than her daughter didn't make things easier either. Lisha picked up on Lena's conflicting feelings, so she put down her glass and said:
"Lena, can I take off your trainers?"
Taken aback by the initiative, Lena stumbled over the words.
"Er, of ca... cause, I-I'd love that!"
Lena sat back against the armrest and put her left foot in Lisha's lap. Instantly Lisha felt her pussy getting swollen and her mouth water. This wasn't her first rodeo, but only one of the four girls she had been with had been open to foot play so this was still new to her, which added to her already breath-taking excitement. As she undid the shoelaces, she looked up at Lena's face and could tell Lena had definitely noticed her hardened nipples, protuberant under her moist sports bra. Her nipples were usually a slight embarrassment to her, because they were a little bit longer than most ("normal" as she would say) nipples when hardened. But right now she didn't care. She removed the shoe, revealing the beautiful shape of Lena's little foot, still dressed in the ankle sock.
"She really does have high arches," Lisha thought to herself, her breathing now audibly heavier.
She gently grabbed the foot with her left hand, and holy shit Lena's sock was damp with sweat! Especially the sole and underside of the toes. To Lisha's amazement, and relief, there wasn't any stink, really. A scent of course, but just faintly vinegary. Lisha slowly rubbed Lena's high arch for a bit, then onto the front part of the sole, and underside of the toes. Her eyes focused on the foot, she lifted it up and began to caress her face with Lena's sock sole.
Lena gasped with pleasure and surprise. Sure, Lisha had told her that she likes feet, but few of those who do also like socks, and right now Lisha took that sock fetish to the next level with the considerable sweatiness of her socked foot. The reason why Lena had asked Lisha to keep her shoes on earlier was because Lena had had a sock fetish for some two decades, but she had just assumed that Lisha was more "vanilla": that her liking of feet was just that and nothing beyond. The feel and sight of Lisha pressing her cute young face against her sole, moving it around, effectively massaging all that sweatiness into her dark skin, sniffing her sole as she did... it almost made it difficult for Lena to breathe, her breathing suddenly irregular, her pussy throbbed, and she could tell some pussy juice was leaking into her panties. In a remarkably normal voice, Lena said:
"Gimme your feet, sweetie."
Lisha looked up with her doe eyes to meet Lena's gaze, her nose pressed against the underside of Lena's toes.
"Yeah," Lisha whispered hornily.
Lena shifted her left side closer to the backrest to give room for Lisha's legs. Lisha followed and placed both her feet right below Lena's sports bra, trainers still on. There was now enough space for Lena's other leg too, so Lisha lifted it up, swiftly freeing the foot from the shoe and rubbed the sole of the sock first all over her face, then also including her ears, her throat and hair. It felt so fucking good to let all her inhibitions go, to dare to indulge in this foot kinkiness, to be certain that Lena was not just open to it, but revelled in it. In the midst of all the sock sole rubbing, she felt Lena quickly remove her tiny trainers and immediately press her whole face into Lisha's by now sopping sand-coloured ankle sock soles. At that, Lena let out a loud groan. Lisha couldn't tell whether it was simply because Lena really, really enjoyed her socks and feet or if Lena had an orgasm, but she knew it meant that the point of no return had passed. If there had been even the slightest unsureness whether all this would lead to the two of them fucking each other's brains out, it was now thoroughly buried in the past.
Right away when she pressed her face into Lisha's sock soles, Lena knew her plan had worked excellently: the not showering after their workout, the walk in the early afternoon heat, the asking Lisha to keep her trainers on, the not turning on the air conditioning to keep them from sweating... all leading to this moment when Lisha's socks were even sweatier than Lena had hoped. In a split second, the sum total of the various turn-ons Lisha provided came together in Lena's mind. Her exotic dark skin, her short height, her young age, her kinky foot/sock fetish, her tiny sexy feet... And now, adding to all that, Lena's face pressed Lisha's foot juice out of the sock soles and drops of it started running down all of her face; her cheeks, her nose, and when they reached her lips a little bit went into her slightly open mouth. She felt like time suddenly stopped. The taste was savoury and trifle piquant, reminding Lena of something edible, pleasant and quite familiar, but she couldn't place it. Then time wound up to speed again, and she found herself in a sudden orgasm. Not a very strong orgasm, but an orgasm nevertheless. Cumming without herself or anyone else touching her pussy hadn't happened for her since the time when she was new to all things sexual.
The wave of the orgasm petered out, and Lena moved her head back a bit and promptly took off both of Lisha's socks and put them on again inside out. Of course, she had time to note Lisha's sexy, tiny soft soles and perfectly shaped short toes, but she wasn't gonna touch the main course until she was done with the starter. Her voice now hoarse, she explained her turning of the socks:
"I want to taste the inside because it has rubbed against your sole."
She stretched her tongue out and let it land on the bottom of Lisha's right heel, then gave a thorough lick all the way up to the underside of the toes. Greedily she swallowed the delicious sole and toe juices. The inside of Lisha's socks were definitely more full-flavoured, and now it hit her why the aroma was familiar: it was actually very close to sourdough rye bread! Lena let herself go and proceeded to intensely lick Lisha's sock soles. Now and then, she stopped to suck the sweat out of the part under Lisha's toes. All of this, especially feeling so kinky every time she gulped down sips of Lisha's sock sweat, was intoxicating! All the while she felt juices continuously oozing out of her shaved pussy.
Lisha's horniness kicked up another level when Lena said that about tasting the inside of her socks and started licking and sucking them. The shameless kinkiness, nastiness of it! Lisha pulled off Lena's right sock and just as she had expected, Lena's feet were just as well-groomed as her own; smooth and soft. She immediately began licking all over Lena's wet sole and between her toes energetically, like you lick a soft serve during a heatwave. Lena grunted with pleasure. At the same time she pulled off Lena's left sock, pulled up her sports bra and firmly placed the toes of Lena's left foot on her rock-hard right nipple. Lena didn't need to be told what to do - she grabbed, pulled and rubbed Lisha's nipple with her toes, all of which was made easy because of Lisha's long nipples, in spite of that all the sweating made her toes slippery. Lisha let her right hand reach into her panties and was impressed with how swollen and sensitive her clit was. Her tongue still bathing in the sweat of Lena's sole and toes, she rapidly rubbed her clit and she felt the rush of the build-up to the release, and she had a strong, long orgasm. All through it, her mouth and tongue never left Lena's foot and Lisha's ecstatic moans were muffled by the high arch of Lena's sole. She was far from finished, however. Unbeknownst to her, but what she would soon learn, was that another thing the two of them had in common was the ability to get multiple orgasms. She could easily have cummed more times right away, just continuing doing what they were doing, but she wanted to switch things up.
Lena's intoxicating desire for Lisha's sock juice had sent her brain into an actual high, she could gladly have kept on licking and sucking for at least an hour more, but after Lisha's orgasm, she whispered to Lena:
"I want my tongue inside your sexy mouth!" and so they sat up close together, facing each other.
In that brief moment before the mouth contact started, having Lisha's cute face so close to her own, Lena's attention once again pointed to how young Lisha was compared to herself. Having sex with her, a girl 26 whole years younger, felt so taboo, so forbidden. Before Lena could dwell any further on those thoughts, Lisha placed her open mouth on Lena's and they passionately started licking each other's tongues. Both of them wallowed in the knowing and the tasting of that both their mouths were full of the other's foot sauces. Lena felt an extra tingling from thinking of how Lisha's tongue inside her mouth meant that Lisha now felt the taste of the inside of her own socks! After a minute or two of tongue kissing, they helped each other take off all of the few clothes they had on, except for that Lisha's socks were still on her tiny feet. The small, rock-hard long nipples on the small mounds on Lisha's chest was an irresistible sight for Lena, so she dove right in and licked and sucked both, alternating between them. On the right nipple, she tasted the sweat from between her own toes. It made Lisha gasp and moan:
"Mmmmh, oh, yes"
Lena gently put her hand on Lisha's tummy to motion her to lay back, and so she did, first releasing her braids from the bun on her head, and spread her legs wide in invitation to her well-trimmed, wet, juicy fruit.
"Uuuunnnh!" Lisha whimpered when Lena's open mouth encased her orgasm-juice-drenched little cunt. Her tongue and lips moved around masterfully on the outside and inside, and Lisha knew this was the outcome of decades of experience of pussy-licking. Fresh juices were now seeping out of her, and Lena clearly noticed right away. In spite of her mouth moving around in an awesome combination of ballet and aikido, it seemed to Lisha that Lena didn't miss a drop. For the second time that afternoon, she felt that familiar build-up, more powerful this time, and so was the orgasm that followed.
"AH! AH! AH!" she shouted loudly while feeling how her pussy was pumping out liquids.
Lena didn't show any sign of intending to slow down, rather her licking intensified. Suddenly the thought - though awfully obvious given the circumstances - came to Lisha:
"Lena is drinking my pussy juice! She's swallowing my fucking pussy juice!"
That thought kick-started her third orgasm, pumping even more of her nectar straight into Lena's unrelenting mouth.
"Guh, guh, guh, guh, unnguh!" she uttered.
She was now so wild with lust it felt like her mind had completely lost control. She grabbed the bridge of her left foot and with frenzy she pressed her tongue into her own sock sole, licked and sucked it hard, and by now it had new sweat added from all the sexual exercise in the hot room. Lisha felt extremely kinky doing it, driving her fast into the next, her fourth, orgasm which made her whole body convulse and again filled Lena's mouth.
Lena couldn't believe how much juice she had been drinking from Lisha's pussy! Had she ever been with a girl who produced so much? She didn't recall.
"Maybe it's because she's so young? Maybe it's an African thing?" she thought to herself for a moment in the whirlwind of lust they were in, then she went directly for what she wanted next. She sat up on the sofa beside Lisha's big well-rounded butt, Lisha still on her back panting from the orgasms. As if Lisha read Lena's mind, she lifted her legs up, bent in a right angle so that her feet were in front of Lena's face. Lena yanked off her socks and took a few seconds to admire the view.
"Damn your feet are sexy!" she said, to and really meant it. Their tiny size, their short toes, their semi-high arches... and that wonderful line of contrast between the light skin on the bottom of the feet and the dark skin on the top of the feet... she'd honestly rate Lisha's feet 9 out of 10, would've been 10 if her arches had been a bit higher. Lisha's smooth feet glistened erotically in the beams of afternoon sun that passed through the blinds. Lena stuck her tongue out as far as it would go and went to town. The soles, the heels, the arches, the balls of the soles, under the toes, the delicious sourdough rye bread flavour was there, and between the toes (oh damn, YES, BETWEEN her sexy little toes) the taste was stronger, more sour, but in a luscious way. Lena took her time. Probably 10-15 minutes? She had no idea, and she didn't really care.
"Turn around on your tummy," she said, and Lisha did.
Lisha's legs now straight, Lena straddled the sole of her right foot and lowered her pussy so that it firmly pressed against Lisha's sole and she was sitting comfortably on her knees. As much as Lisha had relished the thorough oral affection Lena just gave her sensitive feet, the feel of that warm, sodden cougar vulva on her sole brought another dimension into the picture. Lena started moving her pelvis back and forth and Lisha clearly felt that big swollen clit push its way up and down from the ball of her foot to her heel. The pressure couldn't at all hinder the effortless sliding of Lena's clit, because of the effective combination of lubricants: Lisha's sole sweat, Lena's saliva still on Lisha's soles, and the slippery sauce from Lena's throbbing cunt.
"Unh, yes... yes Lena, fuck my foot!" Lisha moaned pleadingly.
She raised her other leg so her foot was close to Lena's face. Lena quickly grabbed it, still grinding Lisha's other foot, she stuck her tongue out and tongue-fucked her toes, her tongue sliding back and forth between each of them. The intensity of her pelvis movement increased.
"Uuuungh! Uuuungh! Uuuungh!" Lena groaned loudly and Lisha thought the squelching on her sole sounded hilarious, but she was too deep into her horniness to laugh, and she didn't want to mess up the orgasm for Lena, an orgasm that unmistakably was imminent.
Suddenly Lena's grip on her foot tightened significantly, then Lena threw her head back and let out a long loud growl. Lisha felt exhilarated that she had given Lena her first proper orgasm of the day. For a few moments Lisha felt the speed of the clit moving on her sole slow down, then steadily increasing again. Lisha knew Lena was going for another orgasm. When Lena's clit had found it's tempo again, Lisha remembered a trick she had come up with when she had foot sex with that other girl. She curled her toes hard, to make her sole as wrinkled as possible under Lena's pussy.
The effect was instantaneous. The uneven ridges of the tight wrinkles of Lisha's sole made Lena's clit flutter as her pussy slid rhythmically up and down the sole, dramatically enhancing the clitoral stimulation.
"Ah fuck yes... FUCK yes... Lisha... oh, Lisha!" Lena whined, almost sobbing.
She was close now. This one was gonna be a huge one for sure. She closed her eyes, ready to be overcome by the climax. Out of the blue she felt the sweaty toes of Lisha's left foot rubbing her left nipple. That was the last straw. BOOOOM!
"AAAAHHH!!!!" she screamed forcefully, liquids gushing out, showering Lisha's wrinkled little sole. Since Lena didn't slow down the fucking of Lisha's sole, juices splashed left and right, over the seat cushion, Lisha's legs and some on the floor. Gripping Lisha's left foot, Lena again tongue-fucked her toes and in quick succession had two more great orgasms on Lisha's still wrinkled sole, though not supercharged as the preceding one.
"Sorry, just gimme a second" Lena said through her heavy panting, and leaned over to get one of the glasses of coconut water, both of which were left almost full. Lisha did the same, both realising how thirsty they actually were, and they quaffed some of it.
Lisha looked deep into Lena's eyes and said:
"I need to eat your poony now."
"Bloody hell, Lisha, I fucking want to marry you!"
It was funny, but Lisha was obviously too horny to smile.
"Sit on my face," Lisha said, lying back.
Lena moved into position, facing Lisha, straddling Lisha's mouth, just giving a small space between it and her snatch.
Lena's pussy was really pretty, Lisha thought. She had expected big pussy-lips, because for some reason she imagined all middle-aged pussies having kind of oversized lips. She was happy to see that she was wrong about that. It was shaved clean, so clean that Lisha was sure it was shaved this morning, and it was now marinated in a delightful mix of the bodily fluids, notably the familiar sourdough rye bread aroma of Lisha's own foot. She stuck out her tongue and first licked the whole opening up to the clit in one stroke.
She loved the taste, "A bit like some kind of broth," she thought.
She felt her own pussy reawaken with a jolt. She went on licking some long strokes, then went more creative and let her tongue and lips lick and suck in different spots and different ways, like a be-bop jazz solo turned into pussy licking, accompanied by the groaning and whimpering from Lena's mouth. To be honest, this time it was a bit of a uphill battle to bring Lena to orgasm, but Lisha didn't mind at all. She just continuously increased her efforts. Lena would later reassure her that it wasn't due to any lack of skill in her part, just that after cumming as hard as Lena had from Lisha's sole wrinkle trick, it was normal for Lena not to cum fast again.
Lena felt Lisha's tongue breakdancing on her pussy-lips and clit, and inside her. It was fantastic, but she knew exactly what she needed to get in turbo gear, to arrive at the big O faster. She reached back for Lisha's left leg, held the bridge of the foot and went all in on her sole, licking and slurping. Ah, the wetness of it! That wonderful bready flavour! She was fast forwarded and the big O was closing in fast. The feeling of lust surged, engulfed her, took over control, and it was as if it was not herself, but lust that made her speak. Her teeth clenched, Lena looked into Lisha's doe eyes and grunted:
"I'm gonna cum in your mouth! I'm gonna cum in your sexy little African teenage mouth!!"
Then instantly her body tensed up, her back arched and her pussy pressed down on Lisha's acrobatic tongue.
"UUUNNHH!" Lena shouted.
She felt her pussy pumping out liquid into and all over Lisha's mouth.
"I squirted AGAIN?" she thought in disbelief. Twice in such a short time had never happened for her before.
Lisha eagerly licked and swallowed Lena's orgasm juices with the frenzy of someone lost in a desert who suddenly gets a overripe, juicy mango. Lisha drank as much as she possibly could, downing mouthfuls, but some of it went on the side, running down her cheeks, chin, throat, and into her long braids that were under her head and shoulders.
All that kicked Lisha's arousal back into highest gear.
"I want you to fuck my pussy with your foot!" she whispered, locking eyes with Lena.
"Oh fuck yeah!" Lena gasped, "And I want your foot inside me!".
They changed their position into leaning back on the sofa, supporting their backs with the big sofa pillows, their vulvas facing each other with comfy room for legs and feet, but close enough for their feet to easily reach each other's crotches. Lena fully pointed the toes on her left foot, feeling around the small, swollen lips of Lisha's hole, knowing she should be gentle in case Lisha would be too tight to take in her foot. At the same time, Lisha placed her left sole on Lena's cunt and caressed it. Their moaning and groaning overlapped, though rhythmically out of sync, reminding Lisha of animal mating calls from some nature documentary. Lena tried tenderly pushing her toes into Lisha. It was tight. Lisha felt that Lena had only her big toe and two more toes inside when she took Lena's foot and said:
"Oh sorry, I'm too tight, rub it instead."
"Okay, that's okay, sweetie."
Lena flexed her toes upwards and placed her sole's high arch on Lisha's clit and rubbed it by making a tight circular motion. Lisha rubbed her right index finger a few times between each of the toes on Lena's foot while it was rubbing, then she sucked all the savoury sweat off her finger.
"Mmmm, mmh, mmh" she sounded. At the same time, Lena had gripped Lisha's left foot to guide it into her longing body.
Lisha pointed her toes to ease the insertion. Lena wasn't surprised at how easily all of the toes slipped inside her. Beside the considerable slipperiness, her pussy certainly was no stranger to this kind of interaction, and Lisha's foot was probably the smallest size she had ever had entering her, albeit it was a bit wide for the size so it still filled her up, comfortably so. The feeling of Lisha's foot sinking in made both of them grunt and moan louder. For both of them, but for different reasons, this was a novel sensation: for Lisha, this was the first time she had ever had a foot inside a vulva, and for Lena, this was the first time she had a Black girl's foot entering her. Unbridled urge overtook both of them. Lena put more pressure into her rubbing Lisha's clit, and Lisha instantly pressed back, grinding, clit-fucking Lena's sexy arch. Lisha humped Lena with her foot, deeper now, up to her heel.
The intensity of it all increased, in increments at first, then as they felt the swell of lust, the increase became exponential. They were now wildly fucking each other's feet. Lena grabbed the back of Lisha's heel and thrust her foot hard and deep into her cunt, again and again and again, rapidly.
"FUCK!! FFFUUUCK!! FUUUCK!!" she hollered, while her arch felt the frantic humping of Lisha's swollen clit.
A few seconds later a low-pitched growl seemed to come out of nowhere. Lena couldn't tell where it came from, but it sounded close. Very close. Then, just as she realised it came from her own throat, she was hit by her climax. She screamed. Loudly. Louder and longer than any sound she had made this afternoon. That did it for Lisha. Right away her body arched, her hands suddenly pressed Lena's foot down hard on her still grinding clit and she let out a long roar.
They lay just like that for a minute, catching their breath. Lisha's foot still deep in Lena, and Lena's arch still on Lisha's now slowly shrinking clit.
They then turned around on the sofa to face each other, embracing and looking into each other's eyes. It was such a warm, comforting feeling. For a fleeting moment, Lena thought that it felt like more than just the carnal pleasures. Was it… infatuation? The thought had too complicated implications, so Lena swiftly dismissed it, as everything about it was absolutely off the table.
"Honestly, Lisha, when I first saw you at the gym, I didn't even dare dream you would be this good!" Lena admitted.
A smile flashed across Lisha's face, then she looked serious. So serious that Lena expected her to reveal some terrible truth, but then Lisha spoke.
"I have never had orgasms anywhere near as strong as those. It was your feet, and what you did with my feet... You are incredible!"
"I've had 27 plus years of practice," Lena replied, "but you're definitely a natural talent for it, I mean that trick with wrinkling of your sole... Just WOW!"
They smiled at each other. Lisha patted one of the sofa cushions, all of which were moist with body sweat, foot sweat, pussy juice and squirt liquid.
"You're gonna have to take these to the dry cleaners," she said.
"Oh I can just wash the covers in my washing machine," Lena replied.
"Really? But how do you know it hasn't seeped through to the inside?"
Lena smiled slyly and gave Lisha a look that clearly said "you know how I know".
"Aha! Got it!" Lisha giggled.
"You naughty, naughty little MILF!" she said flirtingly.
"You naughty, naughty little teen!" Lena teased back.
Their lips met gently, they both closed their eyes, kissing each other lovingly and cuddled for a long time in calm silence.
